The Awakening {Gojo & Sukuna x Reader.}

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༺ The Greatest Zolda ༻

She held the world in her hands.
Zolda—the name itself meant power.

No man was worthy of her. No king, no ruler, no warrior. Marriage was nothing but a weakening of the self. She would not share her power.

To propose to Zolda was an insult—a declaration that she was incomplete.

The punishment? Execution.

Her people entrusted her with their strength, their faith, their very lives. She wielded it all with unrivaled might, her cursed technique: Destruction.

She wiped out an entire army of corrupt Afypnestés in under a minute.

Then Sukuna came.

For the first time, Zolda knew defeat.

He offered her a choice. She refused to even listen.

So, he slaughtered her family before her eyes.

Not a single tear fell.

He tortured her. He violated her.

She never submitted.

He massacred her people—women, men, and children screamed her name, begging her to give him what he wanted.

She refused.

Until the world called her the worst queen in history.

Until he brought a family before her.

The parents died first.

Then, as he lifted their infant child into the air, preparing to snap her neck—

Zolda broke.

To stop the bloodshed, she drank his blood and pledged her power to him.

From that moment on, Sukuna owned the Destruction energy.
He alone could control it.
He alone could free her.

She lost her ability to heal.
She felt pain twice as much as a human.

And then he gave his first command.

"Kill them all."

Her people. Her own hands.

Only then did she cry.

Sukuna's laughter echoed across the battlefield.

This was called The Epic.

The only survivor was the child.

The second slave.

A bond unbreakable—until Sukuna himself chose to release it.

(Tell me I'm a terrible author.)

The plates were served, but Y/n had no appetite.

The weight of the story settled in her chest.

There was more about Zolda's power in the manuscript, but she couldn't bring herself to read another word.